My Room with a View

I confess, I tend to think of the kitchen as my room .  I do spend alot of time there, mostly by choice, doing what I love (cooking) and things I need to do (cleaning up).  But also because by standing at my kitchen sink I can look out this window.  Beyond the glass I look at the crepe myrtle in changing seasons with its backdrop of mossy weathered wood.  Looking down at the ground I can see  pepper bushes which have had a fruitful season.  But the most special part of the window is gathered there on the ledge, my small kitchen altar, full of reminders of faith and family, the here and now and the there and then.  The piece of stained glass joined the family when we were in Indonesia.  I love its rich glowing colors and the Trinitarian candles.  Now, at the beginning of Advent, I add a small nativity scene and a candle.

Smile!

The smiles on their faces are mirrored in mine as I thank God one more time for these two!  Maddie in my hat, Skye in her Papa Joe's, kept everyone smiling a few weeks ago when we went to Texian Days Market at George Ranch, just down the road from our house. George Ranch is a living history  museum, a working ranch. http://www.georgeranch.com/ .  In order of preference, the girls enjoyed climbing to the tree house, riding hay bales, joining a banjo band, eating cornbread and funnel cakes, spinning hoops,  watching spinning and weaving, going up in a cabin loft, and a civil war reenactment. 

My longtime friend calls her grandchildren "grandjoys".  Well said, Jane!